Yesterday I came upon a very fresh accident with a school bus and a munched car. EMTs were on the scene attending to the injured (or worse). I hurriedly told my son, who was in the back seat, to cover his eyes. An awful sight, not for a ten-year-old.

I pass through this intersection at least four times a day.

It wasn’t me and my son in that munched car.

I had the stomach flu this week. I rarely ever succumb to such bouts, so it is always a shock to me when I ACTUALLY throw up. (Now you know why I haven’t posted all week.)

But a person I know at church has stomach cancer and is only one step ahead of her disease, taking each new, experimental drug as it becomes available. She’s a trail-blazer and a real trooper.

Me? I just threw up a couple of times and then recovered a couple of days later.

Our yard is a mess and desperately needs some professional lawncare. Spring is FINALLY here and the poor quality of our lawn is startlingly obvious as everyone else’s lawn is already getting pretty green, but ours remains patchy and gray or tan in many spots. But we can’t afford to pay for services right now.

The village of Laguna in the Culebras Valley of Peru, though, has worse troubles. The river flooded the whole town, wiping out not only all of the work that we did there in January (biodigestor, solar irrigation system) but also their very homes. These people get by on less than a dollar or two a day. They live in huts made of woven bamboo mats lashed to poles. They have next to nothing and now they have even less.